We carry our memories with us through this world. Sometimes, we see shadows of the past out of the corners of our eyes. Other times, we look without seeing. Our grief transforms us and the landscapes we live in. For Mary Warner, an artist/photographer who is based in Los Angeles, she makes pictures to satisfy the lump in her throat and the constriction in her chest. From there, her pictures hover together with memory, becoming a sad but beautiful poem of her life.